20 leased a bellow of fear and a senes of violent kicks. The attendant set him down promptly. The fat man looked surprIsed. "Timmy!" he said sternly. "What's the matter with you?" Then, to the bored attendant, "Go ahead, son. Put him on." This time the bellowing and the kick- ing started before the attendant's hands reached the boy. If his father hadn't been holding on to him, Timmy would ha ve been well on his way to the Flying Cages. He was really frightened. "Looks like he's scared of the horse, Mister." The attendant pointed to the wickerwork cart nearby. "How about a ride around in that?" The fat man flushed scarlet. "\Vho says he's scared?" he snapped, and his jowls quivered. The startled attendant opened his HAMBURGER SMa. -- x HAMBURGER 3 MI eyes wide. "All I said, Mister, I said the kid looks-" "Never mind how he looks," the fat . d . 1 " y , man saI angrI y. ou guys, you re paid to drive them around. Nothing else. You got your ticket. Put him on and drive him around." The attendant's face grew red, too, and he opened his mouth to say some- thing. But he glanced about him first. The little scene had attracted the atten- tion of the people outside the rail and the parents inside who were waiting for children to finish their rides. Everybody, including the other attendants, was look- ing on with interest. "Yes, sir," the attendant said through tight Eps. He reached for Timmy again, but the boy yelled with fright and hid himself behind his father, where he started to cry, his small body shaking and one fist burrowing into his eye. The attendant straightened up with a shrug. "Sorry, Mister, but I can't-" "Hold the horse," the fat man or- dered. "\Vhat's that?" the attendant asked in a surprised voice. "Tzimatter, can't you hear? I said hold the horse." The attendant's lips grew tighter, but he reached over and took the pony's bridle with one hand and stroked its neck with the other. The fat man dipped down for his son. The boy, still crying with fright, dodged his father's grasp. 0 . HAMBURGER 50FTAHEAD HAMBURGE J MI. API\I L 1 5, 1 9 J 9 One of the men leaning on the rail '--' laughed. The fat man's red face seenled to swell with anger. He grabbed his son, swung him up in an arc, and brought him down with a thump in the saddle. The pony reared and the boy screamed with terror. He rocked dangerously for a moment, but the attendant stepped to his side and put one arm around him. "Listen, Mister," the attendant said in a low voice, "if the kid's scared, h ' " t ere s no sense- "He's not scared," the fat man almost shouted. "Go ahead and give him his ride." The attendant shrugged and un- hitched the pony. Just as they started, the hoy's inarticulate terror found voice. "P a ! " he screamed. " P a ! P a! Paaaaa! " The attendant hesitated and looked back, but the fat man waved him on an- grily. "Give him the ride, I said, didn't I?" The pony, with the attendant walk- ing beside it, moved off. The fat man watched It for a moment and then he glanced around. Several people leaning on the rail were watching the moving pony. Two or three men were watch- ing him. He dropped his eyes and busied lÚmself with trying to relight his cigar. This was a hopeless task because the end was too frayed, but he worked at it until he recovered his composure. Then he walked abruptly in to the small house. \Vhen he came out again, the pony was rounding the bend at the far end of the track The fat man went to the hitching post and waited. Anyone could see the boy's terror was still with him, but he had stopped screaming. He was clutching tightly at the attendant's arm and whimpering. His eyes were glued on the hitching post and it seemed as though he would be able to hold his small, tense body together just long enough to make it. As they reached the post and the attendant put his arms YOu ARE II ENTERING Ë\ :....:.L'l...! THE VILLAGE OF HAMBURGER O. SOGLOW